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Monday, September 10, 2012

MoanDay .. Am I dreaming ... Pt. 4 .... Song Poem

A song poem is a song written from a song:
Using a phrase, word, or a line from that song,
It must be written in the melody, rhythm or spirit of that song

Push Play Please

Quiet snore awaken me,
Resting head lies in the middle of my chest,
The warmth and softness of a small hand rested on my inner thigh,
A loving stare, followed the curvature of her body from head to toe,
Eyes watch her head float on my chest flesh, as it followed the expansion of my chest as my lungs took shallow breaths of air,
As my eyes glance at true love, a smile sneaks across my face as memories of what was not true love is forever erased from my mind

Fingertips knead first one then another nipple, which slowly rises then stiffens to my touch,
Breast lightly cupped not to wake, as a tingle in my loins push thoughts of mischief into my mind

A slight twist of my body,
A gentle push with my hand,
Ease her head off my chest without disturbing the orgasmic slumber state she was in

A single fingertip eased slowly over and down the soft curves of her body, resting at the heat of her moist shadow,
A quiet retreat from the bed soon followed, 
A tender touch on the inside of her legs slowly spread them open, until her hidden shadow came into the light

Hands slide under legs,
Legs dead weight rest on shoulders,
The tip of my tongue part short well manicure forest from her shadow door, and flick a soft lick up her slit,
A taste of mixed sexes flows into my mouth, as my tongue gingerly ease upward,
Once at her clit, it circles around its over sensitivity, and ease back down,
Legs slightly jerk, her breath hesitate then resumes, as my tongue slowly ease up her slit once again, and then again around her clit

Legs quiver, breath gasp, the feel of her fingers grasping my hair is felt,
A deep breath is heard followed by a quiet moan, as my tongue etch a figure eight up and down her moisten slit,
Now fully awaken, her hips slightly gyrate in the rhythm of my tongue-lashings,
Her nectar flows like a lazy river, she moans quietly, but steadily, her hips tilts, letting me know she wants to be licked lower

Tongue licks deeper,
Her hips gyrate harder,
As her right leg cock then lock behind my head

Her back slowly arches into a bow, letting my tongue fall into her pink as deep as possible,
The tight head lock on my head cuts off my breath, making my lungs gasp between licks, but I manage to keep the licks in a slow measured rhythm between deep gasping breaths

Tongue tip dives through her flooding wake, as her hips pumps hard and steady, while her moans become pleas for immediate release,
Tongue slow-soft deep lashing into the wet of her pink walls keeps her release on edge

Her taste has become sweeter, as her gushing womb fills my mouth with her pre erupt-nectar,
Strangle cries fill the air, as her thighs crush against the side of my head so tight my eyes see stars,
As soon as my ears hear the silence of her voice, my tongue plunge deep inside the softness of her pink walls, then retreated with a volley of flickering fast deep licks

Hands grab and hold my head still while her hips deeply gyrate, grinding my tongue deep into her pink wet sex,
Hips buck, legs jerk, as sexual release tremors seduce the calm of her muscles and flesh,
Making her body shake like a rag doll, while my tongue flicker on her sweet spots,
Sending her into a series of orgasmic releases

A long gasping cry escaped her lungs moments before her body goes limp,
Her endowed chest heave up and down as her lungs gasped for air,
Small tremors arrest the calmness of her leg muscles, as my tongue keep flickering on her hot spot, until the last quake of her body was felt

Deep breaths are taken,
A "are you trying to kill me" ease past her lips,
A devilish chuckle erupts inside my chest, as my hands lovingly caress her flesh softness

My eyes watch her slip into another orgasmic rest, as my fingertips sooth her flesh,
I return to the bed and spoon her body into my arms,
Once our spooned bodies become calm as one,
Without warning, my body drifts into a quiet dream...

1Manview © 1999 – 2012


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    1. Thank you Sweets, you are kind of early today. Looks like lunch time maybe?... :)

  2. Fico na imagem: muito, muito bom praticar isso!

    1. Ha-ha, você tem que esperar a sua vez! .. :

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    1. hank you CM, I appreciate your visit....